歌词
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Verse 1) In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance, A tale unfolds, whispered by the ancient trees. A melody carried on the breeze, a chance, To remember what was lost, what used to be.
(Pre-Chorus) The moon weeps silver tears, illuminating, The worn footsteps of those who came before. Their secrets etched in stone, captivating, A legacy of love, sorrow, and much more.
(Chorus) Oh, sing with me, young vocals, sweet and clear, Of forgotten heroes, battles fought and won. Their names may fade, but their spirits linger here, In the heart of this old town, beneath the setting sun.
(Verse 2) The river tells its stories, winding through time, Of lovers torn apart, of promises unkept. Their echoes resonate, a haunting rhyme, As we trace their steps, where memories are kept.
(Pre-Chorus) The tavern walls remember laughter, tears, As fiddles played and voices raised in song. The fire crackled, warming hearts and fears, And tales of old were woven, righting wrongs.
(Chorus) Oh, sing with me, young vocals, sweet and clear, Of forgotten heroes, battles fought and won. Their names may fade, but their spirits linger here, In the heart of this old town, beneath the setting sun.
(Bridge) The creaking floorboards, worn by countless feet, Tell of dances twirled, of stolen glances shared. The innkeeper’s smile, the wayward traveler’s greet, All part of a legacy that time has bared.
(Chorus) Oh, sing with me, young vocals, sweet and clear, Of forgotten heroes, battles fought and won. Their names may fade, but their spirits linger here, In the heart of this old town, beneath the setting sun.
(Outro) And as the stars emerge, a celestial choir, We raise our voices high, bridging past and now. For in this song, we honor what won’t expire, The folklore of our souls, forever somehow
